Here's the tenth chapter! Ugh finally. Oh, also for now on, I'll be writing several chapters before posting so I can keep a semi-schedule with this story. I hope you like this! I don' own anything of the Resident Evil video games, movies, novels, mangas, etc. I don't own anything from CapCom. Please remember to leave a constructive criticism of this story so I can improve my writing skills. Enjoy!

Lea's eye frantically fluttered under her eyelids. She whimpered in her sleep, her breathing ragged and uneven. Across the room the door opened, revealing a fairly young looking man with dirty blond hair and a scruffy red 5 o'clock beard. He eyed the younger woman, worry in his eyes as the woman shivered violently, seeing the sweaty skin glistening under the moonlight. The man carefully and quietly stepped over to Lea.

He reached his hand over, lightly caressing Lea's slightly damp hair. He hummed soothingly, watching the young woman lean into his touch, her breathing leveling out. Her eye movement relaxed as well. The man kept stroking the poor girl's hair, making cooing sounds until he was sure Lea was done with her nightmare. The man frowned to himself, anger welling up in his chest. His daughter shouldn't have gone through what she did.

On the outside, she portrayed a happy facade, a lie that he was ashamed for believing. Lea kept everyone at an arms distance since Africa. For a few months, she was honest about her feelings, how the trauma was affecting her. For a few months, the whole family was trying their best to help. Then suddenly Lea stopped talking to everyone; to him. It was as if all the trust Lea had for them had disappeared. Not that he had been the best father, but now it was like talking to a brick wall. Lea instead created a facade of happiness, as if what happened in Africa never happened. It was infuriating. Lea purposefully made it near impossible to reconnect.

The father stopped his angry thoughts, knowing that if he didn't he would only wake Lea up. He left, knowing that now she will sleep more soundly throughout the night. He would help her whenever he could, he knew he couldn't force her to let him help.

Lea woke up the moment that dawn seeped in from the open window. She blankly stared at the alarm clock next to her, the red glowing numbers making it all the more obvious that she had several hours before her interview. If Africa hadn't happened, she would have just fallen right back asleep until her alarm went off, but Lea was terrified of the nightmares that would await her in her sleep. Lea still stared blankly at the machine text to her. As usual, her emotions and thoughts felt numb if they weren't riddled with fear or anxiety. It had gotten better over the years, but only slightly.

Often times it felt like she wasn't human anymore. She rarely slept; she barely ate anymore. Lea thoughts felt icier with each passing day. Lea didn't care about anyone, yet she also cared too much about how others thought of her now. The blonde would talk about her problems with her family if she could, but they never listened, not truly. They acted as if it was ridiculous that she "kept" letting the incident affect her. As if it was her choice. Her father did nothing but invalidate her, and refuse to acknowledge just how deeply he had hurt her too.

Stop it. This is unnecessary and only hindering you. Lea thought. Just get up and get ready. Focus on that only

Lea's eyes traveled unblinkingly from the alarm clock to the 9mm gun next to it. She knew the chances of anything or anyone coming after Lea was incredibly low, but she felt better with it. It at least kept her paranoia to a minimum. Finally, Lea dragged herself up from the bed and to the shower, still staring off into space with a blank, empty look. She didn't bother turning the light on. Lea had perfect vision in the dark and didn't need an unnecessary migraine.

Lea stared at the crimson eyes in the slightly spotty mirror. She couldn't help but think how monstrous she looked without her contacts. All she needed was slightly longer canines and the whole town will be chasing Lea with wooden stakes and crosses.

Lea's thoughts trailed to the impending interview she had with TerraSave later in the afternoon. Stop it now, you'll be fine. No one is going to find out about Africa, much less try to kill you wit fire. Lea calmed down a little with that thought.

A little over an hour later she was fully dressed and out of her room, with over three and a half hours before the interview started. Lea quietly groaned, trying not to wake up her dad or the dog. She lightly and slowly walked away from the bedroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen, grabbing a juice bottle and chugged the bottle dry.

Lea grabbed her phone and headphones from her pocket and started her playlist, trying to make the time pass more quickly. She happily twitched her hand when the first song to pop up was a Scissor Sisters song. She chuckled to herself quietly under her breath. Funny how the little things are what cheer you up, huh?

Lea's eyes glanced down at the clock on her phone, debating whether or not to go ahead and hop on the bus or wait another hour. With a deep sigh, she decided to just leave. Being early won't hurt anything.

Alright So I'm aware how short this is, but there's a purpose behind that. Also incredibly sorry about the delay. College kinda hit my depression hard and I couldn't find the motivation to write what I actually wanted. But with winter break I'm finding the motivation again. Honestly, it'll probably take a few weeks for the next chapter to be uploaded at the very least. I wanted to thank HoodedDragonX, Bloody Grim, whitewolf25276, Nikanox, Manubrown1, MareDattebayo, MisayMikoto, halfeyknight1, Frankaaa, masseffectruiz for following and favoriting me.